Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.